Sometimes I think about the kid I used to be

Sitting in his room on Sequoia Crest

Reading surf and skate magazines

Listening to Nirvana and Pearl Jam

And thinking about what

He wanted to be when he grew up

He wanted to be like

The people he was reading about

In the magazines

The surfers and skaters

And he wanted to be like

The people playing the music

He was listening to

The musicians

When I wonder why

I surf, skate, and play music

I often think that I do it

To make that kid proud

To show him

That he can be

Anything he wants to be

And nothing can stop him

I’ve found

As I’ve grown up

That I am happier

The closer I get

To being to the person

Who that kid wanted me to be

The kid who read magazines

And listened to music

Alone in his room on Sequoia Crest